歌詞
You gonna go crazy one of these days
Your man treats you like a personal slave
Made you mop the floor on a Saturday
Wouldn't last a minute without you
You gonna go crazy one of these days
Your man treats you like a personal slave
Made you mop the floor on a Saturday
Wouldn't last a minute without you
You gonna go crazy one of these days
Your man treats you like a personal slave
Made you mop the floor on a Saturday
Wouldn't last a minute without you
You gonna go crazy one of these days
Your man treats you like a personal slave
Made you mop the floor on a Saturday
Wouldn't last a minute without you
Wouldn't last a minute without you
Work, work, work your way
Work your way to an early grave
Swing, swing night and day
Forget your mama told you and come on and play
Work, work, work your way
Work your way to an early grave
Swing, swing night and day
Forget your mama told you and come on and play
Work, work, work your way
Work your way to an early grave
Swing, swing night and day
Forget your mama told you and come on and play
Swing, swing
Swing, swing
Get yourself up, move your body in time
Got to get to work, make a penny shine
Boss tell you "baby, stay on the line
Shake you body, you mighty fine"
Get yourself up, move your body in time
Got to get to work, make a penny shine
Boss tell you "baby, stay on the line
Shake you body, you mighty fine"
Get yourself up, move your body in time
Got to get to work, make a penny shine
Boss tell you "baby, stay on the line
Shake you body, you mighty fine"
Get yourself up, move your body in time
Got to get to work, make a penny shine
Boss tell you "baby, stay on the line
Shake you body, you mighty fine"
Work, work, work your way
Work your way to an early grave
Swing, swing night and day
Forget your mama told you and come on and play
Work, work, work your way
Work your way to an early grave
Swing, swing night and day
Forget your mama told you and come on and play
Work, work, work your way
Work your way to an early grave
Swing, swing night and day
Forget your mama told you and come on and play
Work, work, work your way
Work your way to an early grave
Swing, swing night and day
Forget your mama told you and come on and play
Work, work, work your way
Work your way to an early grave
Swing, swing night and day
Forget your mama told you and come on and play
Written by: John Bartmann
